In Florence, 23-year-old aspiring artist Thalia Arnold and 50-year-old Italian Don Dominic Romano's worlds collide. Amidst the city's Renaissance art, their forbidden romance defies age and underworld dangers. Their passionate tale unfolds in the shadows of Florence's timeless beauty.

."The table is for eating isn't it?... Spread your legs Ms. Natalia." Rankings 🏆#1 Sex scenes 🥉#3 Hot 🥇#1 Mature Content 🏆#1 Mature language 🥈#2 BWWM 🥉#3 Sexy 🏆#1 Black hair #9 in Romance out of 1.97M stories. Thank you! ♥️ #16 in Love out of 2.34M stories. Story began: December 2021. Ended:June 2022 *TRIGGER WARNING* SA S.H

*spin-off to The Duke's Forbidden Lover* Lord Richard of Caldwell's perfect life is upended with news of tragedy. Amidst the uncertainty of his father's health and a happy courtship, he is forced to strike up a friendship with his mother's lady-in-waiting, Louise Price. As their friendship blossoms, an undeniable spark ignites between them that defies the social norms that govern their world. But little does he know that behind her delicate facade lies her hidden past as a runaway slave. Now caught between duty and desire, the two must fight the past for a future they may never have. *** bwwm historical romance.

I am the Seventh Princess Zorya Rhiannon Agryos At 27 I died. My head chopped off by my ex-husband. Honestly, it was a relief to leave this world behind. I desperately hoped my execution would be the end of it. But it wasn't. I returned to the year of social debut, the young age of eighteen. The year everything in life became something for those with more power to manipulate as they wished. I don't want revenge. I just want to live as genuinely as possible and if that makes me seem unhinged, that's okay. Call me...Your Mad-jesty. An L.B. Keen original

Seven brothers. Wildly Different. All in love with the same woman. Mikayla Moore has no idea what she's in for when she meets the oldest of seven. She is taken by his subtle charm and good looks, but he's only the beginning. As she meets each one after the other will it become too much and overwhelming? Will she be able to handle the truth behind who they are and the feelings she's unable to explain whenever she's near them? Or will Mikayla turn away from what Fate has written? The true question remains: will they even let her walk away? Book 2 in the Paranormal Series ***Check out the first book: Freaks & Geek before reading this and read the next book in the series Circle of Three***

I'm going to jerk off while I eat you, baby," Zae said before licking his lips. "And," Stefan said, low and firm, " you're going to jerk me off." I smiled shyly and nodded. Stefan adjusted the seat slightly. Once everyone was comfortable, I relaxed and released a deep breathe. "I'm getting thirsty again," Zae said, eyeing between my legs like a piece of fried chicken. "Then satisfy your thirst," I replied, adding a hint of seduction to my voice. ________________________________________ Ugly. Different. A freak. That's how nineteen year old Kaelani felt. Her home? A nightmare. Her aunt? Worse. And the world outside? Probably just as unkind. So she kept her head down, her heart guarded, and her hands busy-cleaning other people's messes for a living, while convincing herself no one would ever see her. Then they showed up. One charming, teasing, impossible to ignore. The other bold, confident, with a scar that makes her pulse quicken. And suddenly, Kaelani's carefully invisible world isn't so invisible anymore. Two men. One girl. Unspoken rules. Quiet obsession. And desire that waits... _______________________________________ Read at your own risk! Triggers inside!

"𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐚𝐦?" "𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧." ... Antoinette Santil has spent the past nineteen years of her life concealed from the reality of the real world. Her day-to-day routine consisted of ballet practice, bookstore, and gardening. Even though the ballerina was aware of her monotonous lifestyle, she never had the urge to divulge the actuality of her life, That is, until she got wrapped up into Micheal Benedict's hurricane. His past three years were spent inside the New York federal prison and after being released the only thing Micheal Benedict wanted was to be alone. That was until he encountered the same doe-eyed girl that his entire family has forbidden him from even speaking to his entire life. Despite them being polar opposites and prohibited from being around each other, the two find themselves extremely intrigued by one another. But it doesn't take them long to find out exactly why their families didn't want them engaging with each other... But without rain, there's no flowers.

Amira Hart was never meant to be part of the story. Not the public one, anyway. But behind every polished legacy is the girl no one talks about-the one who was loved in secret, then left in silence. For two years, Amira and Brooks Whitmore IV lived in that silence. He was the President's son, raised for cameras and campaign trails. She was the woman he chose when no one was watching. Their worlds were never meant to meet. The cards were stacked long before they kissed in the dark. Now, two years later, a wedding invitation arrives. His name is on it. So is hers. Told in fragments and flashbacks, His Secret is a quiet storm of a love story-about memory, erasure, and the women history tries to forget.

A Bwwm Story. Brianna takes Aiden hoodie off before going back to kissing him as he slides his hands under her tank top, cupping her breast making her kiss him harder. She then abruptly stops making Aiden snap his eyes open. "What?" He ask her as she cups his face looking him directly in his eyes. "I love you Aiden. Like seriously I really do." She says making him chuckle at how random she said it but when he looked back at her she seemed so very serious. "Come on Brianna, you know I'll love you always and forever," he said while kissing all over her face which made her laugh. "You're so corny." She playfully pushes his face away from hers making him laugh. "I'm serious. Like forever and ever and ever-" but she cuts him off as she rolls her eyes and kisses him again.

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."